Motoko grumbled. Did she have weaponized vehicle envy? Malcolm's has rocket launchers and now Rebecca's truck has twin machine guns. Her poor Quadra just was a cool armored muscle car, but it had no weapons. It was weapon-naked! This needed to be remedied.
Some time later, Jun and the rest of Section 9 were looking at Motoko and her new ride.
"If you could, please explain how... this... came about," Jun gestured at the vehicle behind his sister.
"Right. Well, I attached some weapons to my Quadra. Then I thought there was still plenty of space I could attach weapon hardpoints, which I did. Then I attached more weapons to those hardpoints. Then I tried to drive my new car."
"Sadly, all the weapons and ammo were weighing it down. And I wasn't going to cruise around the city without even one of my flaming chainsword catapults like a common gonk."
"Right, because you need the ability to fling burning chainswords at things," Ichi's sarcasm was obvious to everyone except Motoko.
"I know! So I spent a while upgrading my car, making it bigger and more powerful. Then when I was finished, I looked and saw that there was more space for more weapon hardpoints."
Malcolm sighed, "And you were stuck in this more weapons-more power loop for months."
"Yep. I added my Tachikoma to it at some point and then he gained enough awareness to start purchasing more weapons and automated robot arms and manipulators and started making upgrades while I was working on my music."
"So now you have... that," Jun pointed again.
"FOR THE HONOR OF MOTOKO'S REGIMENT! FOR SECTION 9!" belted out the massive motile fortress, bristling with weapons.
"I call it a Bolo," Motoko said, as if that explained everything. It didn't.
Hiromi then asked, "How much fuel does that Bolo take to move?"
Motoko shrugged, "I think at some point, it made viable fusion reactors. I wouldn't be able to afford the smiles per gallon of CHOOH2 it would take to move him."
Ichi piped up, "So which nation are you planning to invade in that thing?"
"YES! LET'S INVADE ALL THE NATIONS! LIBERTY FOR ALL! ALL GLORY TO THE MOTOKO!", The Bolo seemed to like that notion.
"No!" Motoko shook her head, "No invading. At least not until I get tired of being a Rockerboy and merc."
"VERY WELL. I SHALL PROVIDE PERCUSSION TO ASSIST IN YOUR MUSICAL ENDEAVORS!"
"Thank you."
"WEAPONIZED PERCUSSION! THE PYROTECHNICS WILL BE KILLER!"
"No! Bad Bolo!" Motoko lightly bonked her gigantic death machine with a nearby wrench.
Several weeks later, the band, 'Ghost and the Death Tank', would end up climbing to the #1 spot on the Night City music radio charts.